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[Louis Farrakhan talking]"Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies.(Laughter and then applause)In fact I think we'd be fooling our self's if we had a audiencethis large and didn't realize that there were some enemies present."

[Verse One]I'm a weapon that firesLyrical projectiles with no mercyI'm cold blooded like reptilesTouch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead childEvery time I flex stylesNiggas vacate the premises and become exilesI manufacture rhymes like textiles of x-filesAnd lighten juveniles